Tavros: Train. For once. [Closed]
Tavros has been on the meatship long enough to understand the grand-scale war they're all caught up in. Even if there was any way to escape it, there's no ignoring the sheer amount of training and battle preparation the entire crew gets up to.
And Tavros has been avoiding all of it.
Not out of fear, or unwillingness to fight... it's just a bit hard to joust when your steeds were all accidentally left behind to become Ohm fodder. The wheelchair can work, but it's just not as practical, and he's been a bit self-conscious about needing something so specialized.
However, there's no doubt in Tavros' mind that he needs to get ready too, just in case. Once he reaches the sensoriums, it's a simple matter of setting up his little jousting lane, having a few warmup practice runs, then tilting at the dummy for real.
The first tough part of wheelchair jousting is getting up the necessary speed, which is no real challenge for Tavros. He wouldn't still be alive if he weren't fast. The second is timing -- getting his hands off the wheels and his lance in hand before impact.
The third, and worst by far, is not getting thrown from the chair. Though he used to be able to keep his balance, he's fallen out of practice.
And, unfortunately, out of his wheelchair.
"Ugh... Jegus."
Tavros props himself up on his elbows, brushes the dirt and grass off, and lifts gently off the ground to go set his chair back up and try again.
And Tavros has been avoiding all of it.
Not out of fear, or unwillingness to fight... it's just a bit hard to joust when your steeds were all accidentally left behind to become Ohm fodder. The wheelchair can work, but it's just not as practical, and he's been a bit self-conscious about needing something so specialized.
However, there's no doubt in Tavros' mind that he needs to get ready too, just in case. Once he reaches the sensoriums, it's a simple matter of setting up his little jousting lane, having a few warmup practice runs, then tilting at the dummy for real.
The first tough part of wheelchair jousting is getting up the necessary speed, which is no real challenge for Tavros. He wouldn't still be alive if he weren't fast. The second is timing -- getting his hands off the wheels and his lance in hand before impact.
The third, and worst by far, is not getting thrown from the chair. Though he used to be able to keep his balance, he's fallen out of practice.
And, unfortunately, out of his wheelchair.
"Ugh... Jegus."
Tavros props himself up on his elbows, brushes the dirt and grass off, and lifts gently off the ground to go set his chair back up and try again.